Biography:
Born 25 February 1964, Avonmouth, Bristol, England, UK
Daughter Molly (b. 1994).
Married wife Heather at age 17
Once played in a band called 'The Forgotten Five'
Says that character 'Malcolm' often refered to in stand-up shows (the man who seems to always work in different jobs like outside McDonalds and as a trolley collector) was created based on a man he saw in a service station. He was a man cleaning the floor with a v-mop he describes the man as looking like 'a lobotomy patient wearing skis on a pebble beach at high tide'.
Read more on Last.fm
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
intro
Eb Bb Gm C F Bb
Eb Bb Gm
Got an unusually sized, head for his size
Cm F Bb
So you would have thought, Theres a lot of thought going on
Eb Bb Gm
Ain't no surprise, when you look into his eyes
Cm F Bb
Yeah, the lights are on, But nobody's home
Eb Bb Gm
Hes a man, With his old mans plans
Cm F Bb
Fight the Taliban, Fill the oil can up again
Eb Bb Gm
But theres another man, A man from Pakistan
Cm F Bb
Says You can't blame them, It was you who trained them to defend
Eb Bb Gm
And the old Cossacks, are dying to get back
Cm F Bb
To the good old days, Of the comrades at the gate
Eb Bb Gm
They're having those flashbacks, of all those kickbacks
Cm F Bb
When the state dished out, All the top jobs for your mates
Eb Cm F Bb
And that's how it is, That's how its always been
Eb Cm F Bb
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Eb Cm F Bb
Its not my wish, That you're even listening
Eb Cm F Bb
I'm just trying, Trying to do my thing
Anything
Eb Bb Gm
Lovely smile, but that only lasts a while
Cm F Bb
Cos the gentle can turn to mental, Very serious
Eb Bb Gm
So I would run a mile, Cos they ain't got as many missiles
Cm F Bb
But there's a lot more of them, Than there is of any of us
Eb Bb Gm
Hes only a little fella, But he can go hell for leather
Cm F Bb
But it's not good enough, To be talking tough on TV
Eb Bb Gm
Cos if you're a yeller, And you're not a teller,
C F Bb
Then I can't see nothing, In his shit for me
Eb Ebm Bb Gm
And it must be neat, To join that exclusive clique
C F Bb
Where your only hope, Is to talk to a dope in a suit
Eb Ebm Bb Gm
You're one small leap, With a scientific technique
C F Bb
To have the physique, Even a sheep's IQ
Eb Cm F Bb
And that's how it is, That's how its always been
Eb Cm F Bb
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Eb Cm F Bb
Its not my wish, That you're even listening
Eb Cm F Bb
I'm just trying, Trying to do my thing
Eb
Anything
Eb Bb Gm C F Bb
Eb Bb Gm
Got an unusually sized, head for his size
Cm F Bb
So you would have thought, Theres a lot of thought going on
Eb Bb Gm
Ain't no surprise, when you look into his eyes
Cm F Bb
Yeah, the lights are on, But nobody's home
Eb Bb Gm
Hes a man, With his old mans plans
Cm F Bb
Fight the Taliban, Fill the oil can up again
Eb Bb Gm
But theres another man, A man from Pakistan
Cm F Bb
Says You can't blame them, It was you who trained them to defend
Eb Bb Gm
And the old Cossacks, are dying to get back
Cm F Bb
To the good old days, Of the comrades at the gate
Eb Bb Gm
They're having those flashbacks, of all those kickbacks
Cm F Bb
When the state dished out, All the top jobs for your mates
Eb Cm F Bb
And that's how it is, That's how its always been
Eb Cm F Bb
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Eb Cm F Bb
Its not my wish, That you're even listening
Eb Cm F Bb
I'm just trying, Trying to do my thing
Anything
Eb Bb Gm
Lovely smile, but that only lasts a while
Cm F Bb
Cos the gentle can turn to mental, Very serious
Eb Bb Gm
So I would run a mile, Cos they ain't got as many missiles
Cm F Bb
But there's a lot more of them, Than there is of any of us
Eb Bb Gm
Hes only a little fella, But he can go hell for leather
Cm F Bb
But it's not good enough, To be talking tough on TV
Eb Bb Gm
Cos if you're a yeller, And you're not a teller,
C F Bb
Then I can't see nothing, In his shit for me
Eb Ebm Bb Gm
And it must be neat, To join that exclusive clique
C F Bb
Where your only hope, Is to talk to a dope in a suit
Eb Ebm Bb Gm
You're one small leap, With a scientific technique
C F Bb
To have the physique, Even a sheep's IQ
Eb Cm F Bb
And that's how it is, That's how its always been
Eb Cm F Bb
Why am I even thinking, I can do a single thing
Eb Cm F Bb
Its not my wish, That you're even listening
Eb Cm F Bb
I'm just trying, Trying to do my thing
Eb
Anything
Left Alone
Left At London
Leftover Cuties
Lefty Frizzell
Legend Of Korra